The leader of this group of people was a young man in his twenties or eighties. The young man looked quite handsome, but he exuded a fierce aura.
"Young prince, there is a big ship there!" One of the middle-aged strong men said to the young man, pointing at Zhou Cheng's big ship parked on the edge of the island.
One of them laughed and said: "We thought our boat was too small, but now God has sent us this boat."
A group of people laugh.
There were fifty or sixty people in their group.
Although this boat is not crowded, it is still a bit small.
The young man is Mu Huaidong, the son of King Puluo of Mongolia.
Mu Huaidong was also moved when he saw this big ship.
"Let's stop and take a look." Mu Huaidong said.
All his men understood what Mu Huaidong meant and agreed happily, and then drove the boat to the island where Zhou Cheng was located.
After a while, Mu Huaidong and others' boat arrived at the desert island where Zhou Cheng and others were, and then parked the boat next to Zhou Cheng's large ship. People who didn't know it thought it was right next to it.
Came together.
Mu Huaidong led a large group of masters under his command and walked over to Zhou Cheng and others who were sitting by the campfire.
Seeing the six people from Zhou Cheng, Mu Huaidong's eyes were filled with surprise.
As the son of King Puluo of Mongolia, he has good eyesight and can tell that these six people are not simple.
After arriving, he did not give an order to take action. He clasped his fists at Zhou Cheng and said with a smile: "We were passing by and planned to rest here for a night before heading back tomorrow. We saw the light of the fire, so we came to take a look."
"I wonder what I call my little brother?"
Zhou Cheng didn't speak. Weng Yuhong looked at Mu Huaidong and his group, his eyes fell on the badge on Mu Huaidong's waist, and said: "Are you from the Palace of the Prince of Bulo in Mongolia?"
Mu Huaidong was shocked. He didn't expect that Weng Yuhong could recognize his identity at a glance.
Seeing that Weng Yuhong recognized his identity, all the masters under Mu Huaidong gathered around Zhou Cheng and Weng Yuhong.
"What, you want to take action?" Weng Yuhong saw the crowd gathered around him and smiled coldly.
In the past few years, Mongolia invaded the northern border of Dafeng and massacred many border villages. The family of one of Weng Yuhong's disciples died at the hands of Mongolian soldiers. Therefore, Weng Yuhong had no good impression of Mongolians at all.
Seeing the people from Prince Balo's Mansion surrounding him, he immediately jumped up and punched out.
Although Weng Yuhong majored in Taoism, he was not weak as a warrior. He punched out and the wind roared, and he could even send a guard of the Palace of Baluo flying away.
The guard of the King's Palace fell to the sandy ground in the distance.
Sand splashes.
"Looking for death!" The guards of Prince Balo's Palace were angry and took action one after another.
It was too late for Mu Huaidong to scold and stop him.
A master from the Palace of Puluo made a move and came to Weng Yuhong. He punched and met Weng Yuhong's fist power.
Boom!
Then a sound.
The two fists collided.
Weng Yuhong was so shocked that he stepped back repeatedly.
After all, he majored in cultivating the soul, so his martial arts cultivation was still much weaker than that of the innate master from Prince Balo.
Weng Yuhong took seven or eight steps back, feeling his blood surge.
As soon as he stood still, he saw the figure of the master from King Balo's palace flashing in front of him, and he punched him in the heart.
Weng Yuhong was shocked, seeing the opponent's punch hitting him in the heart. Suddenly, a hand blocked in front of him and faced the master's punch from the Palace of Puluo.
There was a "crack" sound of fractures, and the master of the Palace of Balik was sent flying backwards and fell onto the sea water in the distance.
The sea exploded into pieces.
Mu Huaidong and others were surprised.
The expert from the Palace of Puluo just now was a general of Mongolia.
On the battlefield, he killed countless enemies and rarely suffered a defeat, let alone being knocked away with a single punch.
Mu Huaidong looked around and found that the person who took action was actually a guard beside the young man wearing a light blue brocade robe.
Mu Huaidong and others were surprised by this discovery.
It was Qin Meng who took action.
Zhou Cheng stood up from the bonfire and looked at Mu Huaidong coldly.
Like Weng Yuhong, he also has a dislike for Mongolian people.
Especially the people from Palawan Palace.
As far as he knew, it was King Puluo who led the army to capture the northern border of Dafeng, and the people who were massacred in the villages on the northern border of Dafeng died under King Puluo's army.
At this time, the masters of the Palace of Baluo saw that their general was blown away by Qin Meng. They were frightened and angry, and attacked Qin Meng.
Others also attacked Zhou Cheng, Weng Yuhong, and Lin Ru.
When Lin Ru saw the people from Prince Bulo's Palace attacking, more than twenty sword flowers emerged from the long sword in his hand.
These sword flowers condensed in the mid-air and were extremely gorgeous. Before the people of the Palace of Puluo could react, the sword flowers turned into more than twenty rays of light and struck in front of them in an instant.
Screams rang out, and the master of the Balu Palace who was the first to rush up was knocked away, and when he fell down a few meters away, there was a sword flower-shaped wound between his eyebrows.
Jiang Chen and Yang Yu were not idle either. Jiang Chen's sharp arrows almost always missed, while Yang Yu's spear head thrust out, causing a bloody storm.
Half of the fifty or sixty people in the Palace of Puluo were lying down at once.
All this happened in the blink of an eye.
Mu Huaidong's expression changed.
These four people are all innate masters!
Since Jiang Chen and others only showed a small part of their strength, Mu Huaidong and others could only judge that Jiang Chen and others were innate masters.
At this time, an innate grandmaster from the Palace of Bulo flashed forward and attacked Zhou Cheng with a long sword in his hand. He was very fast and the sword light went straight to Zhou Cheng's eyes.
Just when the opponent's sword hit Zhou Cheng, Zhou Cheng raised his right hand and caught the opponent's sword between his two fingers.
"What?!" Mu Huaidong and others couldn't believe it.
This innate grandmaster of the Palace of Bulo is a seventh-level innate grandmaster, and he is also the strongest person who followed Mu Huaidong this time.
He is famous in Mongolia for his fast sword. No one in his level can stop his fast sword.
Now, it was easily pinched by Zhou Cheng's two fingers.
Moreover, how old is Zhou Chengcai? Thirteen or fourteen?
Thirty-four-year-old innate seventh-level and eighth-level grandmaster?
Zhou Cheng used two fingers to pinch off the opponent's long sword. Then, with a wave of two fingers, the cut off sword turned into flowing light, and instantly penetrated the throat of the seventh-level innate master of the Palace of Baluo.
The powerful force of the broken sword carried the opponent flying several meters away.
When the seventh-level innate master of the Palace of Baluo fell to the ground, he had already expired, and blood continued to gush out from the tip of the sword.
His eyes widened, and he never thought that he would die in the hands of a young boy.
"Are you Zhou Cheng?! Young Martial King Zhou Cheng!" Mu Huaidong looked at Zhou Cheng, backed away in fear, and said, his voice trembling.
The fact that Zhou Cheng defeated Su Huang had already spread throughout Mongolia, so Mu Huaidong easily thought of the identity of the young man wearing a light blue brocade robe in front of him.
Zhou Cheng did not answer and walked towards Mu Huaidong.